Tacenda

Kalopsia

You said, let's runaway
And with one glance into your blazing eyes
I knew I'd do anything you'd say

We had no plan
Just a broken down van
But with you lounging in the passenger seat
It was enough to make my heart skip a beat

Dusty old diners
And hitchhikers who were always whiners
But with you by my side
I couldn't help but smile wide

Even when our tire went flat
And on the edge of civilization we sat
I soaked in the silence so savory
And admired your bravery

With just the clothes on our back
And a few possessions kept in a sack
In the abandoned park we stood perfectly still
But your presence alone gave me a thrill

We sent only a few letters home
And received in return pleas to quit our roam
But my kalopsia, had too strong a pull
I could never leave the world you made so beautiful

kal·op·si·a
[kal-op–see–uh]
-noun
a condition, state or delusion in which things appear more beautiful than they really are